Trouble

Trouble was a big black dog who one day came home with.me,

I was five,

No one in Laurense Iowa knew my young dog names trouble,

He was just the kind of best friend a little girl needed,

He made me laugh,

Sometimes, that is a best friend, which is the best gift,

He allowed me to fool him,

Like I would open the door and call here trouble,

Trouble over and over would go into the closet like.he was going to a place he loved,

He was never cross,

Mom recalled him bringing.jome spoons and once half the clothes on someone’s clothes line,

He talked to me,

Then one door he was gone,

He was only loaned to a lonely little animal loving girl who loved playing make-believe,

Trouble is in that secret place where private,

Put away memories are stored,

I have a friend named Penny all my times with her live in that place in my heart, too,

Memories not brought out to share with people who will never understand that we some of us are always those little girls that make believe,

Some are never blessed with angels sent to be their friend when they are sure no one sees them,